Good looking and in his thirties. It's not so much about him..." Who is this guy?" Lisa says, suddenly finding herself somewhere completely unexpected... It doesn't occur to her that she is now able to speak."Where the fuck did you come from, and who the hell are you?" asks the man, looking up from the telephone."Huh? Who are you?" Lisa asks. "Where's Harry?" Harry who?" the man answers."My friend. We were having coffee in the deli and then..." LISA? That's impossible!" Of course, I'm Lisa. Who. He pulls himself from her and flips her to her back. He spreads her young athletic legs apart to reveal the sexiest, smoothly shaven pussy he’s ever seen. He places her left leg on his shoulder and stares deep into her eyes. Pure lust is all she has right now, as he lines his cock to her entrance and pops the head in. She feels him enter and whimpers when he stops. ‘Now I’m in control, I want you to tell me that you’re my personal slut, otherwise I walk out now.’ ‘Never!’ She exclaims at him.. Open it my cock buried deep in your pussy as you grind on it now as you open the door, both of us a mess from fucking hard. You guys got about 10 minutes before that drink cart gets back here. the flight attendant looks in and watches for a second. She likes what she sees. A hot wet pussy getting filled up with a nice thick cock. You and I both can tell that she wants it and would love to join us. How hot would that be, in that position your back to my chest, your legs pulled up, getting filled. I’m literally stuck. Stupid big breasts! Then for a quick moment he steps back, hands still on either side of me. I stare into his eyes. Yes, that was definitely lust I saw earlier?! No, this brute of a man cannot be being turned on by my struggles. My eyes begin to trail down, half in an act of submission; half to confirm that yes, there is a massive bulge growing in John’s shorts. This man wants me right now, but I’ll make him work for it. “Jonathan Riley Davis, don’t you dare ...!” I begin.